Lancaster

I've been placed in Lancaster next year... which means I'll have to move out of Liverpool City and resettle into another town. It's not my first choice hospital (I really wanted to be placed in Chester-- at least it's nearer to Liverpool! *sigh*), but there's really nothing I can do about it- faculty won't take no shit from us. I went to visit Lancaster last month (before I handed in my hospital choices form) just to check out what it's like... and all I can say is that it looks like one of the small towns that Enid Blyton describes ever so vividly in her storybooks. There's not alot to do there... the town center's probably the size of one single street, there's probably one cinema available, one coffee house to chill out in, a few pubs scattered here and there... mm... let's just say that I hope the quietness of Lancaster will take away all distractions so I can work hard for my finals next year. I'm not too pissed off about being sent there really. But I'm not too excited either. Let's just pray and see how things go.

p.s. I saw a few famous Liverpool FC footballers in the hospital today! We were having teaching in one of the wards when these fit young men playing santa came along to distribute Christmas gifts and take photos with the kids (I'm doing my paediatrics rotation at the mo). A pity I don't watch very much football so I had no clue who those men were (I heard that one of the guys was called Zenden? Anybody knows who he is?). Apparently other footballers like Steven Gerrad were around too, but I seriously couldn't be bothered to go around the hospital star-gazing! Oh well... maybe i'll have better luck next time-- not that I believe in luck la.